Dysfunctional

Chapter 35: Taco Bell

I met your Uncle Clyde first. He was a thirteen years old at the time, dark hair in a bowl cut and smile that warmed your heart. He spent the day with Satan lady. He was studying to be an agent like his mother. As they left I heard foot steps and my cell door opening. No one stood there and no one said a word.

This is a trap. The kid was lurking around I could smell him. "It's funny how fast a kid, who doesn't know what deodorant is, can stink up a room."

The kid appeared at the door and he looked at me like I was some zoo animal. I mean I know I'm super cute but its no reason to looking at me so long.

"Hi!" He smiled.

Mind you. Hydra kids did not smile, were not friendly, and little pricks who wanted to feed off your skin...... I'll show you those scars in person.

I was taken aback about how polite he was. He didn't attempt to murder me. He seemed obedient... Manipulatable....

"Go run off with your mom..."

"She said I could wander anywhere where there's a camera and an agent."

"You are in here why?"

"You have a camera so that's good enough." He seemed innocent. He was a bit pudgy wearing  and golden uniform top.

We sat there staring at each other. "You still forget to inform me why you are in my cell. An actual explanation this time. People in cells belong in cells for a reason."

"My mom said you were a delinquent, I came to see for myself. You haven't attempted to escape even though the door is open and I haven't been killed."

I laughed. "If I left I'd be killed and I have a lot of things going for me right now."

"So me being in here doesn't bother you?"

"Not. At. All. it's nice to have company once in a while."

He smiled widely.

"For a kid you aren't so bad." I complimented.

"For a moody, judgemental, sarcastic teen... You aren't as bad as my sister. It's like she's on her period everyday!!"

Funny. To be honesty back then I didn't know what a period was. Why would a male need that sort of information in the field?

"She's so mean to me. I don't know why.... She chooses to ignore me... I don't think she likes me. Not alot of people like me." The mood got darker. I can tell that this kid is like either heavily bullied or mildly bullied because the look on his face is the same kind of look I put out as a seven year old.

"I like you and I'm the only opinion that matters. Ever."

"Why do you think that."

"Because I could kick ass better than all these shield agents. I know like 4 languages... I think. And I'm 18!! Imagine driving... Or or or... Anywhere."

"My sister is 18 too..."

"Um.... But she isn't as cool as me is she?"

"No she isn't." He started laughing. "If you don't mind me asking... Can we be friends?"

My face went blank again. I guess I had a natural resting bitch face because the kid was nervous. I was thinking about how I've been double crossed, humiliated, and broken by people who claimed to be my friend. "I don't... I don't do friends."

Clyde looked down saddened by my phrasing. "I'll be.... A co-worker."

"Is that the next best thing?"